I Have No Green thumb

I'm playing around on the internet and see Cullen waving his hand in front of his face.

"What? Did you fart? Was it smelly?"
"No. There's a bug flying around my face."

A few minutes pass and a small gnat starts flying around my face. Thinking about the time I had some roses in my office at work, I said, "Do we have a plant in here? A real one?"

He peeks over his laptop screen to look at me. He snickers, I giggle and turn back to my computer. Me? A real plant? That is alive? What in the hell was I thinking?